So, to update a few of you real fast, lets take a trip back in time shall we?
On August 4th, 2009, I was riding Roanie when he suddenly spooked. I fell off onto my head, where my helmet took most of the damage, but my head and neck hurt real bad. My mom decided, just to be safe, to take me to the ER.
We arrived, and after telling them about my fall, I was considered a "Large Animal Separation" case, so they had to take many precautions. I wasn't allowed to walk anywhere, and I had to wear a neck brace. I had to lay in one of the roller beds, and about a million doctors and nurses had to make sure I was okay. I ended up getting a CAT scan, and an ultra sound (I am NOT pregnant, they just had to check my internal organs) done, before they came to the conclusion that my neck and shoulder muscles were all pulled and bruised. I had to make an appointment with the Spine Doctor just to be sure though. So that appointment went well.
I obviously was not allowed to ride for a while.
Now, lets whiz back to the present, shall we?
I had my first ride since the injury on Sunday night. Roanie was alright, just really forehandy... We worked on the flat only to get both of us back into the condition of working. A lot of work was done at the trot. Towards the end, I had him
really working his hindquarters. He was stepping up underneath himself, and he felt
great.So tonight....
I went out with every intention of doing only flat work again, although working more at the canter than the trot.
I went out to the pasture to catch him, and found him eating hay with one of his "girlfriends" in the shade trees. I walked up to him, caught him, and then stroked him all over while he continued eating some hay. And I realized, that you don't have to be riding or grooming, or lunging to build trust for your horse. You just have to be with him. It was the most peaceful thing in the world, sitting in the hay, just loving on my horse, while about 10 horses were surrounding me. It was a great feeling.
When I finally came back to my senses, I realized that we needed to go get tacked up. As I walked him to the barn, we did some ground work. I made sure that I really had his attention, and that he was really listening to what I was asking him to do. In the end, he did a lot better at that.
I brought him into the barn, and groomed him, and tacked him up. He stood like he was supposed to, and didn't take a step. Good sign. When we got in the arena, I did I nice, slow warm up with him. Walk, once around the ring in each direction, do a few walking circles, everything. Then we trotted quite a bit, and he did really well at using his hindquarters again. Canter? Eh, it was a different story. He was still pretty forehandy, too much for my liking, but still safe to jump. There was a crossrail set up on the outside of the ring. He was doing sooo well, and I didn't feel too bad, so trotting a crossrail wouldn't hurt would it? We jumped it twice at a trot, and then 4 times at a canter. So much fun, and he was feeling great. The crossrail then turned into a vertical. It was about 2 feet, if not a little bit lower. Cantered up it. Again. Again. Again. Now, I would jump out there and say that Roanie loves to jump, but he was feeling great, and his ears were perked. I could tell that he wanted to do a little more.
Pretty solid wooden fence, center of the ring? Set up at about 2 foot maybe 2'3? Well, why not?
We picked up our canter. Turn the corner, eyes on the fence. Eyes over the fence, 8 strides away.
BUCK! BUCK! BUCK! Say what? I brought him down to a trot, and we trotted it. Then I stopped him, petted him because he jumped it (There was in a time in his training where he would have refused) and then thought back.
Well, guess what?
My horse is smart. Ridiculously smart. Too smart for his own good smart.
The last ride we had before the accident, we were working on flying lead changes. He would do a small buck to get the change. This was the path that we took to get the flying lead change. He thought I wanted a change of lead.
Smart horse.
So, we trotted the fence a few more times. Went the other way and jumped the fence. Then we put the two fences together. Uphill over the vertical, and downhill over the wooden. We did that a few times, and it was pretty good.
He was using his hindend more by this point, and listening better, so I wanted to try the wooden one more time.
I asked for the lead.
Gets it from a standstill.
Good sign.
Squeeze the legs.
Lift the hands slightly.
Good.
8 strides or so from the fence, a small crowhop.
Squeeze of legs to tell him to go forward.
5 strides out from the fence, another half hearted crowhop.
Squeeze of legs to tell him to go forward.
4 strides out.
Balance up.
3 strides out.
Use your hindend.
2 strides out.
It is going to be a good spot.
1 stride out.
Here we go.
And we
soared over the fence.
Perfect.
I walked him out there. It was fabulous.
Untack him, groom him.
Hose him down.
Let him get a little bit of water, and then I turned him out.
Now, if I do say so for myself, that was a pretty good schooling for our first time jumping since the accident. Very good schooling. I am so proud of my boy. He is amazing.
Tomorrow I have a lesson on Roanie. I am hoping that all will go well, although after tonight's ride, I am fairly confident that tomorrow will go well.
As requested, I did get some pictures tonight. They are not the best quality, as they are taken from my phone. There is one of me and him, and another of just him. Here they are!